Type of Villain Demonic Monster Rawhead Rex is the titular monster from the short story of the same name by the horror author Clive Barker, and its fantasy horror film adaptation of the same name. The original short story was published in the third volume of the Books Of Blood series. In the film, he was portrayed by Heinrich von Schellendorf. Contents [ show ] Biography Rawhead Rex was an ancient, malevolent, carnivorous, and bloodthirsty beast and the living embodiment of the male sex drive who terrorized the English town, Zeal, in which he resided in. Rawhead was known for devouring children, and violating and impregnating women, with his only fear being that of pregnant women or women on their periods. Rawhead was eventually defeated when the townsfolk buried him alive, where he remained for centuries.
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Declan turns his attention from the window to the altar. There is a humming sound in the air, which gets louder as he walks down the aisle towards the altar. He climbs the two steps to the altar, treading the dropped flowers underfoot. Now the hum is very loud. Beneath it, strange voices rise and fall. He is within two or three feet of the altar itself. His breath has quickened. His eyes are wild.
He reaches the altar, the voices getting louder with every movement. He touches the altar. As he does so, a vision fills his head - 14 - EXT. It is an image of the world Rawhead used to roam and rule. The camera moves at speed through a tangle of barbs and branches, as if it is pursued.
His hand still clutches the altar. The camera continues to career through the trees. Ahead, there is a fire through the thicket. The runner makes for it, and breaks through the branches into a chamber of horrors. The camera moves from one apalling sight to the next. Skins and scalps hanging from the branches; a litter of bloody bones underfoot; a human head burning in the fire.
The camera swings around the lair, looking for an escape-route. But before it can find one, there is a roar from the darkness of the trees. The camera swings round - 19 - INT.
Declan lets out a cry. An awesome form moves out of the shadows towards the camera. His eyes spring wide. He stands for a few moments, trembling and nauseous, before he dares to look at his hand. There is a burn across the palm and fingers, bleeding and blackened. Looking at it, he smiles. Second Draft - 6 January "I am concerned that the filmmakers be willing to be true to the source material. With all that that implies, in terms of graphicness, its desire to distress, disturb, subvert So the story has all that material, and all that material is in my screenplay.
It remains to be seen how much will survive! Frankly, I needed the money at the time as well. I wrote a draft and a half and that was literally the last I ever heard from anyone.
I was never invited on the set, never saw the promised plane ticket for Dublin, and all I kept hearing were pretty lousy things about the way the film was progressing. It still remains a complete and utter mystery to me. Write a screenplay of Rawhead Rex for us. I wrote the screenplay. I followed the process of the book. I wrote a screenplay which was set in England, in the height of the summer, so you could really get the full drama out of this strange, dark, child-eating monster lurking in the pleasant countryside of Kent in mid-summer.
The admirers of the movie, and actually there are quite a lot of them, like it as a sort of sixties movie made in the early eighties kind of deal. It was a very, very straight down the rope movie. You kill little children in it. The whole thing should have been visceral. And maybe the visceral qualities of Hellraiser are exacerbated A nice monster.
Children still getting eaten in it, which was very nice. The baptism scene was shot, it was in the cut I saw, but it will go. Large males run around terrorising women. Basically, I wrote a story about a ten foot prick which goes on the rampage. They got it all completely wrong. So I went on, in hope that things would get better, to script for them an adaptation of one of my favourite stories, a story called Rawhead Rex - which is essentially about a nine-foot phallus on the loose! And they locked me off the set.
And, again, the movie is horrible. Because of both of those experiences I decided that there was no way forward as a screenwriter. I had to make movies for myself if I was going to do it and it was as a direct consequence of those movies that I made Hellraiser. They were cutting the scripts left, right and centre. Everything that could have been wrong with the way that they handled the stuff was wrong. Later on I discovered that the producers, one of the producers in particular, thought that the stuff I had written was just sick and depraved.
They basically scorned the whole idea of even being in business with me. It was just a nightmare. They had no passion for the material. They had no desire to make anything that was fresh or original or good or classy. But they were the films that made me go and make Hellraiser. It seemed to me, when I looked at these abominations, that they were not really thinking this through.
My models at that time were Terence Fisher and Cronenberg and Tobe Hooper - people who were making horror movies that really had some seriousness and guts to them. You could take the money and run, and let Hollywood do what it will - as many have done. Or, you could take the law into your own hands and see what you could do on your own.
Those two films propelled me into directing. I would have been perfectly happy to have been a screenwriter the rest of my life if those had turned out well. Every decade you get a new style of approach to horror and like everyone else we have been influenced to go back and retry the basic themes. Having said that, we are not out to make another Reanimator.
Full frontal gore is not what this film is about - tension is. The director and I both agreed early on to go for taste, suggestion and stylishness. It would appear that we are here in the land of the bogs and the little people. Why here? Well you see not all the people are that little. His name? Rawhead Rex In fact as far as the original story goes in its examination of this, the film is a rather eviscerated retelling Jaws and Alien notwithstanding, the last great monster movie was King Kong.
My greatest accomplishment was coaxing a performance out of a latex skin! The film however is another matter. It has frequently been dumped upon and pretty much disowned by Barker himself Similarities with other Barker work abound, the most notable being the continued theme of the inherent power of the female.
However, the film itself is far less pretentious in its assumptions, and is satisfied with using Rawhead as a vehicle for some great crowd-pleasing scenes of decapitations, disembowellments and general bloody mayhem.
Rawhead Rex delivers.
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Clive on Rawhead Rex
Declan turns his attention from the window to the altar. There is a humming sound in the air, which gets louder as he walks down the aisle towards the altar. He climbs the two steps to the altar, treading the dropped flowers underfoot. Now the hum is very loud. Beneath it, strange voices rise and fall. He is within two or three feet of the altar itself. His breath has quickened.